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Chapter 549

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Liu Shisui was a famous figure in the Cultivation circle, especially among the young generation.

He was of natural Dao quality and was trained by the Aoyama Sect. He fought his way into Bulao Lin, destroyed the Cloud Platform, and killed Lo Huainan in the process. After he returned to Aoyama and was imprisoned in the Sword Jail, he was allowed to leave by his masters and became the personal disciple of Bu Qiuxiao, the House Master of Yimaozhai. He was the master of several sects, and he won first place in the Cultivation tournament at the Plum Meeting this year.

He was indeed formidable. However, the elder of the Kunlun Sect, Chen Wen, had broken the Sea State decades ago according to the classification in the south, and his prowess was exceedingly high. He was superior to Liu Shisui in every aspect. Liu Shisui said "I'll do it" calmly and confidently under the circumstance that he had no hope of winning. It was indeed absurd in many people's eyes.

It was similar to when Jing Jiu walked to the chair and said "I'll do it" under the gaze of thousands of people on the nine peaks of Aoyama.

After he said that, the sword bracelet on his wrist fell asleep quietly, as if it had fallen asleep. It was evident that the Lone Sword didn't think he would win.

Xiao He had the same thought. She wanted to expose the relationship between Liu Shisui and Jing Jiu as soon as possible, even though she knew it was a bit embarrassing.

Defeating someone in a higher state would only happen in the legends or people like Jing Jiu.

Chen Wen didn't laugh out loud. He was fully aware that Liu Shisui was not an ordinary person, and it would be very difficult to defeat him and wound him severely. Though the relationship between the Aoyama Sect and the Kunlun Sect had always been bad, and he intended to humiliate him that day, he didn't dare do anything to Liu Shisui in the end.

What Xiao He said sounded ridiculous, but it was actually quite useful.

The whole of Chaotian knew that Liu Shisui was Jing Jiu's personal attendant.

If the gatekeeper of the Prime Minister was considered a third-rank official, then the servant boy of the Sect Master of Aoyama was much more important than an elder of a normal sect.

Xiao He had retreated into the forest. She had never fought since she escaped from Haizhou City many years ago. She was used to standing behind Liu Shisui.

Liu Shisui took a step forward. The moment the soles of his shoes touched the ground, a strong gust of wind blew, swirling up the green leaves and causing them to dance in the air.

The stream water splashed and turned into tens of thousands of water droplets. Like a whirlpool, they revolved rapidly around his body.

As he stepped forward, he blasted toward the opposite shore from a distance of several hundred feet.

Dark black smoke mixed with blood-like flames gushed out of his fist and turned into a black dragon, pouncing straight at the face of the Kunlun Sect elder.

Was this the secret Demonic Skill of the Blood Demon Church?

Sensing the cold energy in the wind generated by the fist, Chen Wen's expression changed slightly, as he found that this young man was more powerful than he had expected.

He employed the escape method of the Kunlun Sect, turning into a series of shadows all over the sky, dodging the black smoke easily. He arrived in mid-air in an instant and struck out with his palm.

It looked like a simple palm strike, but it covered the autumn sun, turning into a mountain-like shadow that pressed down on the ground.

He was indeed an elder of the Kunlun Sect in the Broken Sea State; his casual strike had the power of heaven and earth.

It was impossible for Liu Shisui to withstand such an earth-shattering palm strike.

Seeing that he was on the verge of being killed, he took out a pen-like object from his sleeve and drew something in the sky, as if he was writing something.

A rainbow appeared wherever the pen passed.

The rainbow came very fast. It took only a moment for it to travel from the ground to a height of one thousand feet in the sky. Its color was so bright that it didn't seem to belong to the human world.

Crack!!! The rainbow landed squarely on Chen Wen's body.

Regardless of how high his Cultivation state was, he could only turn into the ink from the pen. He retreated rapidly and bumped into the precipice heavily.

The terrifying vibration spread from the precipice to the ground, and then to the stream.

The stream water splashed in all directions. The swirl that hadn't dissipated yet grew larger, and the green leaves all over the sky flew out like sharp arrows.

Those disciples of the Kunlun Sect dodged in tandem, looking very embarrassed.

Chen Wen flew out from the precipice, his hair disheveled and his face pale. Bloodstains could be vaguely seen on his clothes, making him look even more miserable. He had been severely wounded.

Staring at Liu Shisui, his eyes full of shock and anger, he yelled sternly, "Is it the City-Guard Pen? How is it possible? "

The City-Guard Pen was the most precious treasure of the Yimaozhai Sect, as famous as the Dragon-Tail Inkstone and the other two treasures. It was a magic treasure of a very high level in the world, which hadn't appeared in the world for many years.

He had never expected that Bu Qiuxiao would give such an important magic treasure to Liu Shisui, a disciple who had joined the sect halfway through.

Liu Shisui didn't answer Chen Wen's question. He took two magic pills to recover Zhen Yuan as soon as possible. It hadn't been long since the City-Guard Pen recognized him as its master, so his Cultivation state wasn't high enough. He lifted the pen and drew a stroke between heaven and earth, but Zhen Yuan's energy was exhausted. His face was as pale as a piece of paper, and he couldn't draw a second stroke.

Chen Wen let out a long whistle while drifting in the sky. A sword light followed the whistle and arrived by the stream in an instant.

Liu Shisui moved his left hand slightly, and the sword bracelet turned into the Lone Sword, piercing through the sky.

The Lone Sword and the sword light collided in the sky, giving off a crisp sound.

With a faint sound, a flying sword appeared on Liu Shisui's left shoulder. But the tip of this flying sword was cut off by the Lone Sword, so it couldn't pierce through Liu Shisui's shoulder. Fresh blood gushed out from the wound.

Chen Wen was in an even worse state. A bloody hole appeared in his chest, from which blood gushed out incessantly.

The Lone Sword returned to Liu Shisui's side. It was extremely bright and short, but it looked so dreadful.

Liu Shisui reached out to grab the broken sword on his shoulder and tossed it to the ground.

The broken sword quivered slightly, as if it wanted to fly up.

A series of cracking sounds rang out.

The sword light illuminated the stream.

The broken sword had been cut into pieces by the Lone Sword.

Chen Wen, who was in the sky, spat out a mouthful of blood.

His blood fell like rain.

"What the f * ck is this sword?!"

The flying sword that was connected to his Dao Heart had been destroyed. His Cultivation state wouldn't be affected, but it would take years for him to regain his strength. Chen Wen was shocked and angry, and he couldn't control his emotions anymore.

What was this sword? How could it be so sharp that it could cut his Fairy Grade flying sword into pieces?!

Then, he thought of the rumor after the battle of the West Ocean, and a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes. "Could this be the Lone Sword?"

As a swordsman, he naturally knew about the famous swords of Aoyama.

Among those famous swords, the Lone Sword was the most lethal because it was the sharpest.

Any swordsman who found himself facing such a legendary famous sword would feel awe and … exasperation.

He had Yimaozhai's City-Guarding Pen and the Aoyama Sect's Lone Sword … No wonder he dared to challenge him!

Chen Wen was furious. He used his escape technique to evade the sword light that was following closely behind him. He arrived at the stream bank and shook his arms.

A fire crane left his shoulders and pounced toward Liu Shisui.

Liu Shisui's face was pale, but his eyes were burning with wildfire. He turned his right hand over and took out a folding fan, which he fanned toward the fire crane.

The fire crane shrank rapidly in the wind, and eventually turned into smoke, disappearing without a trace. However, the two of them had already met by the stream bank. The biggest taboo for a swordsman was to let his opponent get close to him. When they were fighting, they would never forget to keep a distance from their opponent. However, Chen Wen's flying sword had been destroyed, and he was severely injured, so he had to make this risky move.

Liu Shisui's situation wasn't any better. It was a moment of life and death.

Suddenly, a tranquil and peaceful breath appeared by the stream bank.

Hundreds of prayer beads arrived soundlessly and formed a barrier, separating Liu Shisui and Chen Wen.

The old monk upstream of the stream chanted the name of Buddha and said, "My two Taoist friends, please stop."

The disciples of the Kunlun Sect all knew this old monk. They knew he was Great Master Huiyuan of the Tonghua Temple, and they had met by chance at this stream bank.

This Great Master Huiyuan had a profound understanding of Buddhism. He was compassionate toward the state of the universe, but he also abhorred evil. He was respected by people and fellow cultivators.

Hearing this, Chen Wen's face darkened, but he still stopped.

Liu Shisui carried too many precious treasures with him. Even if he could kill him, who knew how much he would have to pay?

Liu Shisui also called back the Lone Sword.

At this moment, the hundreds of prayer beads suddenly moved, blocking all of Chen Wen's escape routes!

Chen Wen's face was pale. He felt a strong sense of danger. With a clear whistle, he ordered his disciples to attack. At the same time, he was ready to use his life-saving magic treasure.

But it was still too late. Who would have thought that Great Master Huiyuan, who was known for his noble conduct, would suddenly kill someone when he was about to mediate between the two sides?

Hundreds of prayer beads exploded at the same time!

The booming sound was endless. The stream water evaporated and splashed, and then it was burned into smoke by the extremely high temperature!

The clear whistle stopped abruptly!

When the smoke and dust settled, Chen Wen's figure was no longer by the stream bank. Blood was everywhere on the rocks and in the water, still giving off steam.

Great Master Huiyuan had already reached the precipice thousands of feet away and disappeared without a trace.





It was extremely quiet by the stream bank.

The slowly flowing stream diluted the blood on the rocks and flowed downstream. The sound was so soft, but it was so frightening when it fell into people's ears.

The disciples of the Kunlun Sect looked terrified. They helplessly looked around the valley and at their companions, as if they didn't know what had happened.

Liu Shisui was also at a loss.

Suddenly, a few disciples of the Kunlun Sect began to cry, their voices very desolate.

A few sword lights illuminated the valley. The disciples of the Kunlun Sect summoned their flying swords and aimed them at Liu Shisui, yelling crazily, "You killed Senior Master!"

It was unknown when Xiao He had come to Liu Shisui's side. She waved her hand to set up a protective screen, and said to Liu Shisui in a low voice, "Go first."

The previous moment of bewilderment stemmed from his kind nature, but Liu Shisui quickly came back to his senses. The training he had received in Bulao Lin taught him that he couldn't just leave like that. He reached out his hand to block Xiao He behind him, and looked at the disciples of the Kunlun Sect, saying, "This should be Bulao Lin's conspiracy."

Hearing his calm voice, the disciples of the Kunlun Sect calmed down a bit. Thinking about what had happened earlier, they found it really too strange.

But it was obvious that some people didn't want Liu Shisui to break out of this trap so easily.

"But you used to work for Bulao Lin. Who knows if you colluded with them to come here? If you are really innocent, why didn't you kill the vixen next to you first? "

A cold voice came down from the sky.

Following this voice was another person's silhouette.

In the high sky, close to the empty realm, the figure of a large boat could be vaguely seen. It was the Cloud Boat of the Zhongzhou School.

That person had jumped down from the Cloud Boat.

Bai Qianjun was still in the sky, but the wind tunnel formed by the powerful magic had already attacked the bank of the stream. After the Dao Competition, he had been staying behind closed doors on the Cloud-Dream Mountain. His Cultivation state had improved again, but his attacks were still as ruthless and ruthless as before. He wanted to kill Liu Shisui on the spot without any hesitation.

Liu Shisui had exhausted his Zhen Yuan, so how could he avoid the wind tunnel?

No one noticed that a flying sword had drifted out from somewhere on the precipice.

The flying sword was very strange. It didn't have any sword light. From a distance, the body of the sword was a faint gray color, like the sky and the cliff.

Even if someone saw the sword with their own eyes, they would easily think that it was the sky or the cliff.

Moreover, the flying sword didn't have any powerful aura. It was like a fallen leaf, drifting feebly in the wind.

The fallen leaf drifted into the wind tunnel, and then flew up noiselessly, but quickly, and arrived in the sky.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A dozen tiny but deep cracks appeared on Bai Qianjun's body!

He gave a muffled grunt and retreated several thousand feet diagonally, landing on a tree not far from the stream.

The wind ruffled the treetop.

He rose and fell with the wind, blood spilling out incessantly.

He stared at the place on the precipice, his face extremely gloomy, saying, "Zhuo Rusui … do you only dare to sneak up on me?!"

The gray flying sword drifted back to the precipice weakly.

Zhuo Rusui stepped onto it.

He rode the sword to the stream and looked at Bai Qianjun on the tree, feeling quite baffled, saying, "You can't defeat me without sneaking up on me."

(End of this chapter)

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